Xiaobai's pupils shrank and he shouted coldly:
"He's lying to you!"
Si Que's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his voice:
"Mr. Lighthouse wouldn't lie to me! He said he would see me a long time later, when I would still be alive and I would become a super lazy bird!"
Xiaobai snatched the purple-gold feather pen from Si Que's hand and broke it in half with a "click":
"He lied to you! He lied to you! There's no way you can hold on. You're a magpie, and a magpie can only live for twenty years at most!"
The extremely cruel words pierced into his heart like a sharp knife.
Xiaobai had been indifferent for a thousand years and finally lost the self-control of an immortal. Huibai had already left, and she didn't want to see Si Que die again in the short term.
If she had known this, she shouldn't have accepted any disciples or become a master. She is still the frost and snow on the top of the sacred mountain that never melts all year round, not a mortal who hesitates for a bet or shakes for a piece of candy!
Si Que's pupils trembled, and he finally realized a fact that he had overlooked.
Fear sprouted from the bottom of his heart, quickly took root and penetrated him.
"Will Mr. Lighthouse... lie to me?" His lips trembled, and his thoughts turned in circles: "No, Mr. Lighthouse will not lie to me, but Master will not lie to me either..."
Who is right after all?
Will he be able to live into the distant future?
Due to the aging of blood vessels, his heart felt a throbbing pain. He weakly let go of the half-broken quill and began to cough heavily. Blood mixed with dried flesh and blood spurted out of his throat.
“Cough, cough, cough, cough…!!”
His heart ached and he covered his chest tightly. His heart was already very weak.
He could hear the sound of his whole body weakening. His muscles were atrophying, his blood vessels were becoming brittle, his organs were aging, his hair was turning gray... These signs had been with him for a full six months.
Life expectancy is always an insurmountable issue.
No matter if they are dragons, elves, or celestial beings... or even the longest-lived immortal species, none of them can exceed their predetermined lifespan.
What's more, a magpie.
He had ordinary hands and feet, ordinary flesh and blood, and ordinary bones - how could he have lived for five thousand years, from the Second Era to the Fourth Era?
How can he break the eternal rules of the world and think that he is a genius that appears once in a million years, so the limit of his lifespan will not fall on him?
He was just a magpie who liked to eat golden wheat, sleep against a tree, and help Grandma Martha and the blacksmith with their work.
He’s just… a magpie.
He had previously ignored this because his death had not yet arrived and he still had time to devote himself to his beloved creations. However, when he found that his body was becoming weak, he finally began to panic.
"Mr. Lighthouse... Mr. Lighthouse! Mr. Lighthouse!!" He suddenly shouted loudly and tried to stand up, but his whole body was weak and he knocked the clothes hanger over with a "bang" and fell forward.
His body was too weak. He struggled a bit but could only collapse on the ground, like a fish out of water, not graceful at all.
"Mr. Lighthouse... God of Lighthouse! Did you lie to me? Can I really live to see two eras pass?"
But he wouldn't get a response.
While he was controlling the body, Su Mingan was unable to respond to him.
Xiaobai hesitated for a while, squatted down, looked into Si Que's golden eyes, and seemed to have made up his mind:
"Si Que."
"I have traveled all over Luowasha and collected the immortal herbs that can help you prolong your life. As long as you stop writing from now on and never waste your vitality, I can help you prolong your life for at least fifty years."
"You can live to around 70 years old, which is the age of an elderly person, not too short. You can experience the whole process of growing up, getting married, having children, and enjoying family happiness. Your life will be complete."
"But you have to make sure that you don't do anything that will deplete your vitality along the way...including creation. Otherwise, the medicinal effect of the magic grass will be lost."
"Given your current condition, if you don't extend your life... you can only last for half a year at most."
"Just give me a nod and I'll help you make it happen."
Those beautiful golden eyes stared at her for a long time.
Trembling, thinking, fearful, yet slightly lit.
For a long, long time... so long that she thought he was about to fall asleep.
In the darkness, his hoarse voice came out:
"Master."
"I want to participate in the Rovasha Creator Contest, so that the whole world can see my story and see me - 'Sique Olivers'."
"I have written the fifth of the twelve stories. This is a story about a magpie who refuses to give up. He would rather spread his wings and fly for dozens of days than to break his wings for a lifetime."
"I want... I want Qiao to be proud of me, and I want my sister to see... her brother standing on the world stage."
"Now the scientific community is still suppressing the world of creators, and even launched a witch-hunting campaign, hunting down creators on a large scale, believing that creators are the sinners who destroyed the edifice of science. I must stand on the world stage, as the first creator, to tell the world that creation is not a shameful thing. I will tell people twelve stories to let them know that the world must change, a new era has begun, creators should be respected, and I am the new wave."
“This is something only I can do, a mission only I can accomplish.”
"Please let me finish the last story."
After hearing Si Que's answer, Xiaobai closed his eyes.
She exhaled slowly, her heart filled with sour and painful emotions.
She already had his answer.
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